I see her tremendous joy in a smiling face... it kind of matters the way she moves, the way it bothers me
Whatīs the use of worrying... I canīt do anything about it... so why are we always complaining
A short distance away... imprison my immoral side Violent dislike is here to stay... I have to find a way
Whatīs the use of worrying... I canīt do anything about it... so why are we always complaining
Constant without a momentīs respite... reject all my offers of compassion
I could never deny... youīre indigestible
Whatīs the use of worrying... I canīt do anything about it... so why are we always complaining
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